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Let the thirst you feel remind you of thirst of The Prophet’s family(SAWW) as they walked under the scorching sun.
Let it remind you of their thirst as their men fought, their women taught; whilst the children were frightened.
Let it remind you of the thirst of Sakina,
whose thirst broke the heart of Al Abbas(a.s) and had him run for some water.
Let it remind you how the enemy had no mercy,
how they surrounded him,
how an arrow pierced his eye and his hands severed one by one; how they butchered him.
Let it remind you of the thirst of Zeinab(a.s), who couldn’t think of the dryness of her throat because she was occupied with the young and the sick.
Let your thirst remind you of the thirst of Al Hussein(a.s) who was forced to watch his friends and family killed one by one.
But most importantly, let your thirst remind you of the six-month old baby;
The baby of Al Hussien(a.s) for surely it deserved to quench its thirst.
Let it remind you of Hussein’s (a.s) desperation for one droplet,
desperation that had him hold the baby to the sky, addressing the enemy.
Let it remind you of his plea for a droplet from the enemy to save the life of his infant.
Let your thirst remind you of the arrow that pierced the throat of his beloved;
instead of receiving a droplet that quenched the thirst of the infant’s throat.
Let it remind you of the blood he recieved in return of the plea for water, blood that rose to the seven skies as the ultimate tragedy and sacrifice.